Hey! This is a Klaine fanfic. But it will also feature others from Dalton and possibly McKinley. The characters are OOC. Warning: this will involve mentions of self-harm, drug/alcohol abuse, and possibly some smuttiness (!). Also curse words-nothing too offensive, but they are high school students so it's kind of inevitable that they would use that language. Okay so read on!
PS. The time changes and I signify that by putting the date in bold. If there is no date then just assume it is the same time as the previous section. (hope that made sense)
Tuesday October 21, 2010. 1:45 pm
Her thin neck is held gracefully between his chapped lips. Like a delicate finger, appraised by the lowest animal on the food chain; touching only enough to feel-never to completely hone. Her silky skin is bewitchingly beautiful, while his is comparable to that of a lizard; dry and grey.
She is a sin and a miracle bundled into something… awe-striking.
Entrancing him with the contorting tendrils of smoke, but revolting with the truth it is a forbidden seduction. An unrequited type of love, only reciprocated when endless flags of green are dumped from his pockets.
Footsteps, he hurriedly extinguishes its siren-like ember. Casting her way into the depths of the nearby woods, reluctantly.
He swiftly removes the stick of peppermint gum from its encasement to masquerade his lover's taste. A taste now infused into his mind, like the scarring of a tattoo.
"Hey", David voices.
Immediately Wes exhales a sigh of relief.
He can feel the palpations of his heart hammer underneath his lapels. She always did sedate his heart and accelerate it simultaneously. Maybe, that was the reason for his covetous attraction.
"Hey" He says, hoping her perfume isn't noticeable
"Meet the new kid yet?" David asks, hands shoved in his trousers. As if pondering the importance of this student's arrival.
"You mean the one Blaine has been obsessing over since third period?" Wes asks sarcastically.
"Ha-ha, yeah that one." David nods.
"Of course not, trust me if I had seen the "awesome eyes ever!" I would tell you." Wes says.
"Yeah, he's got it bad. How long do you think until Blaine finally talks to him?" David chuckles. A brilliant smile on his cheeks as the reflection of Blaine's puppy-dog rambling runs through his mind.
"I'd say, knowing Blaine, he won't even come near him till Christmas…I mean remember that guy, what's his name…um…Aaron? Besides, Blaine still won't admit he's gay...at least not to anyone else." He says motioning a finger between the two.
"True, but I have a feeling this one will finally draw him out. He seems pretty star-struck." David says, smile irremovable from his chin.
"What, you wanna' bet?" Wes asks, body now fully turned to his friend. A challenge raised in his eyebrows
"Why my dear sir, that would be an insult to your ego! Because, as always, I would win," David jests, acquiring a highly fake British accent.
"50 bucks to add to my account" Wes replies, a devilish grin expanding on his face as the two boys chummily shake hands.
Afterward they stand quietly. Absorbing the memory of a simple friendship, of happiness.
David's brows begin to pucker, now sensing a peculiarity in this scene.
"Do you smell something?" He queries, oblivious to the reflexive thunderous beats of Wes's heart.
As if zapped, he immediately goes ridges praying to whatever eavesdropping deity that his anxiety is inconspicuous. More so, that whatever scent David has noticed is nothing of relation to his private affairs.
"N-No, why?" He asks, his voice barely raising octaves.
"Hold on.." David says, a hand held up to pause the world and focus.
Like a track-dog, David sniffs. Inhaling every aroma in the atmosphere. Somehow, he pinpoints its origin (to Wes's increasing distress). Non-chalantly David walks towards the forest, where Wes had recently casted his bounty's love. Slowly (at least in Wes's mind) he inches toward the ground, hand outstretched to retrieve a small paper barrel.
"Is that…is that…. weed?" David asks, befuddled.
Let it be clear, Dalton is not in association with the other schools that hoard infamous druggies. In fact, most boys are relatively clean-excluding the possible jock that may or may not have dallied in the rainbows of steroids. Therefore finding such "pharmaceuticals" among the grounds is simply bewildering.
"Is it?" Wes echoes, voice now apparently high, but unnoticeable to David.
"Yeah it is, we should tell a teacher." David says.
"No!.." Wes shouts "No! We should just…th-throw it out. I mean…do you really want to be known as the tattle?"
He eyes her body, pinched in between David's mocha fingers. Whilst, David weighs the repercussions of this decision. He doesn't see the thin layer of perspiration now appearing on Wes's forehead. He doesn't hear, the tiny-almost nonexistent- wheezes of his breathing, or the way his limbs have gone still, as if paralyzed by fear.
Instead, David thinks.
This is an unhealthy, illegal drug on his school's grounds. It is the candy of a delinquent. It is dangerous. However, the accusations of another student would be just as detrimental to the pristine image. An image so infused with pride, any student to corrupt it would automatically be shunned and metaphorically crucified. The mere thought seemed to concoct a noxious bubble in the pit of David's stomach.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. We'll leave it…." He turns to Wes, now assessing his friend's behavior. "Hey, you okay?" He asks, a smile peaking at his lips.
"Yeah, um, we should get to class" Wes declares, worry still intertwined in his voice.
And just like that, the crisis and confrontation is adverted. Wes sneaks a glance at the corpse of his beauty, his obsession, lying abandon on the ground. It is both a weakness and strength to his being. A stress reliever, a savior, his angel in white. Yet one remark from a peer and his whole world would tumble, his angle's majestic glow would be taken from his needy hands; ignited by the eyes he so desperately is protecting her from. He would fall apart…. more then he already has.
Tuesday October 21, 2010. 8:56 am
Shoes rhythmically slapping the glossy tile, he walks. Methodically attempting to memorize the dead eyes glaring at him through oily rainbows, inhaling the sharp scent of real leather. The walls are either caked in wooden squares, or curly wallpaper-the type that proudly insinuates its old age, with an almost haughty exclamation. It's all, quite truthfully, overbearing. In fact, the young boy's breath has shortened since arrival, almost hyperaware. His crystalline eyes dart across the scape as if expecting the statues, placed in meticulous vistas, to arise in animation and attack…. No, he's safe, Breathe.
The bell's scream echoes in his mind. Class has ended and now the salmon swim. However, despite expectations, hurdles of feet and stress do not come barreling through the grand doors on either end of the expansive hallway. Rather, a few identical uniforms. They pass him without second glance. One even smiles, as if to broadcast their policy: "friends with all."
Kurt resumes his adventure through the elegant corners of his new…"home".
(Line)
Normally the playful banter interchanging in Wes and David's actions would be comically amusing. Blaine's eyes would ignite with a joyful disposition-more similar to a toddler then the sophomore he is. However, for some strange occurrence his head is bowed forward in a downcast slumber. It isn't until their debate of: J-lo vs. Alba escalates to physical contact that they notice his apparent absence.
"Blaine" David says, nudging his knee.
In mere seconds, the raven is aroused. As if electrocuted by reality. His shocked eyes quickly contort into the dapper smile, well known as the 'teacher-diversion.'
"Yeah, yeah" He answers now alert like a dog.
"Down boy" Wes chuckles "…We just wanted to make sure that drool coming from your mouth wouldn't ruin the blazer"
Blaine stares pointedly at his friend. Slightly annoyed by their mocks of his sleep-deprived state.
"Ha-ha very funny, it's not my fault Mr. Hannigan assigned the next "War and Peace" by today." He counters defensively.
In all truth, that is not the cause of his current energy deflation. In fact, he had finished that essay days ago. No something bigger was nagging in his ear, something incomprehensible.
It would whisper through his dreams at night, breaking the possibility of a fantastic adventure. A silhouette that drew up black shadows to darken the vibrancy of his illusions; concocted clouds of another universe; that rolled like thunder with dark wisps and chilly shadows. As if to illuminate another world, he was mandated to enter.
Unfortunately, Blaine was unable to recognize the actual form of this demon, which had robbed his sleep for the past nights. Rather after jolting awake, he would shrug it off as an irrational nuisance-like a gnat. Not to say it's naggings weren't annoying.
The pure mystery constructed confusing labyrinths of thought in his mind. Making every turn possible, only to arise at a middle of uncertainty. It was as if his body was perched on a cliff-incapable of retreating to stable ground. His eyes examining the depth below, but unable to determine it's ending. Should he jump? Liberate his exhausted mind from the trivial question and just….decide? Or stay, where harm is not a conclusive outcome to his existence. Then again, if by staying he remains whole, what is to be expected then? Will another dilemma rain down and flood all serenity from its confinements?
"Blaine!" Wes shouts in the distance.
Once again he is agitated from sleep.
"Dude, seriously stop falling asleep-we have class." David berates.
"W-What?" He asks, still stumbling through the valley of dreams.
"The bell just rang. COME ON!" David bellows, already beginning to quicken in step.
"Hurry up SLEEPING BEAUTY!" Wes hollers down the pristine corridor.
Soon David and Wes are put of sight, leaving Blaine running at top speed to defeat the Bell. Panting like a maniac.
Amidst his race, he failed to recognize the oncoming body and thus collides with it briskly.
"Ouch" The other mutters, beside Blaine's entangled limbs.
"Sorry" He grunts, whilst raising his crumple form from the slew of papers, which tumbled out of hit bag.
And then it hits him.
As if a bullet catapulted in to his chest, Blaine is rendered still. Only able to distinguish the kaleidoscopic waves of teal staring back at him. He his held only by their gaze.
Tuesday October 21, 2012. 2:30 pm
During the last class of the day, Blaine Anderson sits, eyeing the luscious waves of the newbie's-Kurt Hummel, he learns is his name- auburn hair. The way it delicately curls from his face, as if blown away by a breeze.
Blaine's stomach quivers at the sight, this is surely the most gorgeous man he had ever the pleasure of sighting. He can feel his pulse rev and race in lust for the oblivious newcomer. How can someone so fair exist in this world? How can they shine with such a luminous atmosphere among the dusty and gilded shit cluttering the classroom?
In short the quiet man was helplessly intriguing to Blaine. And despite his urges, his desire, Blaine sees the fault keeping him inside his chair. He is a man. A beautiful, beguiling, breath-taking man. And there in lies the problem.
However…maybe they could be friends?
Kurt its, back pin straight, eyes supposedly following the teachers' banter. Present in a room of aliens. Then again, he is the foreigner, not them.
Kurt is distant. He can feel the dragging eyes rake his torso, as if mapping out the intended incision points. He wants to scream. The world in a word seems hollow. As if he had been consumed by darkness previously unforeseeable. Goosebumps sprout on his arm. And quietly, he internally scours his mind for an inkling of reassurance.
Be calm, your safe.
He knows it's a lie.
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